Now I Know My A, B, C Poem by David Olusanya

Now I know my A, B, C
like nursery kids in the school.
I had wanted to be free,
to use A, B, C as a tool.

A, B, C was passed on us,
as a memorial of our fathers' loss-
a monument of victimization,
a scorching sun of subjugation.

A, B, C is a memory of denials,
and the tyrant tusk of tormenting trials.
A, B, C is indirect slavery,
and a self-adulated judge and jury.

Today, I and my friends buy A, B, C
in our own country schools.
We pay exorbitantly for A, B, C,
just to become bunch of farming bulls.

Now we are products of A, B, C.
Is this what we want be?
To live in another's dream,
and leave ours to blur and dim.

As for me, as you can see,
I'm an Acute Bone of Curiosity.
I shall use this A, B, C,
to restore my old stolen country.

David O. Olusanya